Tercüme: Foolish soundtrack. 'Em Up koyun [mr. Serv-on].
Tercüme: Foolish soundtrack. Sayın Serv-on --- 'em Up koymak.
Mr. Serv-On] Put 'em up, put 'em up, bitch you heard what I said Put 'em up, put 'em up, you think I'm playin' what I said Put 'em up, put 'em up, bitch
creep on a come up Niggas be tryin' run up but I bust, and they drop to their death Now they done up, gun up, hunt my blunt up Creepin' 'til sun up,
the niggas that close hit 'em up wid the forty reasons Nigga roll up the buddah, smoke it all up nigga Don't stiff on the reefer, mo runnin' up outta
Bodies shiver, fuck that nigga Hit 'em up inside, minds be blowing, I'm dumping Remember me spray 'em, slay 'em, gauge 'em, laying 'em All up off inna
the Heartless comin' up daily Until a me murda them all, I'm never gon' fall So I'ma murda them baby, get 'em up wid me thugs See 'em on the corner and
how tah serve (word) turnt 16 i was at the corner curb..big knots in my dickie pants..had a plug on dat weed and had a plug on dat cain i'm off da chain
with a stiffy Hickys, let em no that she with me She pinned me on the wall had me singin like Whitney Yea she through that ass back while her friends up
this game, you lag, you lose See, we serve our bass raw, straight up and not false This is the kind you dance to, and not on 8-Ball Plenty of bass,
can of Krylon Riverside to Saigon, I'm killing each track I rhyme on You had tights on like you had nylons on Boogie banga funked out panty stainer
run up on you with a gun up on you and pull the trigger nigga Welcome to California [Chorus:] We do what we do This West Coast is voodoo on you (See
, we gon? stomp, we gon? march through the swamp We gon? mosh through the marsh, take us right through the doors Come on All the people up top, on the
you can come on in You're good skinny jeans come on in Tight shirt come on in Ah that new rock n roll gay look, yea you're cool come on in [Tech:] What
) Regular girl, is so boring (Get out my face) Regular girl, you never turn me on (Work the latex) You saw my porno flick, nutsacs banged up on your
no dick 14 suns and moons somthin you can assume that on the 15th marks my day for doom buck em and fuck em with doomsday productions eat
cops Jettin' up the block it wasn't long to see the body drop Started sellin' rocks a youngster comin' up real fast Makin' boo-koo cash back up on that
The alibam's a must (Uh-huh, yea yea) Crimey and grimey weed smuckers (Uh-huh, yea yea) Money and weed, you know my mind see on the Don Don P With Mr
